The Dramatic Works of William Shakspeare: Henry IV, pt. 2. Henry V. Henry VI, pts. 1-3Hilliard, Gray,, 1839 |
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... Cres . This is her question . Pan . That's true ; make no question of that . One- and - fifty hairs , quoth he , and ... Cres . So let it now ; for it has been a great while going by . Pan . Well , cousin , I told you a thing yesterday ...
... Cres . This is her question . Pan . That's true ; make no question of that . One- and - fifty hairs , quoth he , and ... Cres . So let it now ; for it has been a great while going by . Pan . Well , cousin , I told you a thing yesterday ...
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... Cres . Will he give you the nod ? Pan . You shall see . Cres . If he do , the rich shall have more . HECTOR passes over . Pan . That's Hector , that , that , look you , that ! There's a fellow ! -Go thy way , Hector ; -There's a brave ...
... Cres . Will he give you the nod ? Pan . You shall see . Cres . If he do , the rich shall have more . HECTOR passes over . Pan . That's Hector , that , that , look you , that ! There's a fellow ! -Go thy way , Hector ; -There's a brave ...
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... Cres . Can Helenus fight , uncle ? Pan . Helenus ? no : -yes , he'll fight indifferent well . I marvel where Troilus is ! -Hark , do you not hear the people cry Troilus ? —Helenus is a priest . Cres . What sneaking fellow comes yonder ...
... Cres . Can Helenus fight , uncle ? Pan . Helenus ? no : -yes , he'll fight indifferent well . I marvel where Troilus is ! -Hark , do you not hear the people cry Troilus ? —Helenus is a priest . Cres . What sneaking fellow comes yonder ...
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... Cres . Ay , a minced man ; and then to be baked with no date in the pie , for then the man's date is out . Pan . You are such a woman ! one knows not at what ward 2 you lie . Cres . Upon my back , to defend my belly ; upon my wit , to ...
... Cres . Ay , a minced man ; and then to be baked with no date in the pie , for then the man's date is out . Pan . You are such a woman ! one knows not at what ward 2 you lie . Cres . Upon my back , to defend my belly ; upon my wit , to ...
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... Cres . Will you walk in , my lord ? Tro . O Cressida , how often have I wished me thus ? Cres . Wished , my lord ? —The gods grant ! -O my lord ! Tro . What should they grant ? what makes this pretty abruption ? What too curious dreg ...
... Cres . Will you walk in , my lord ? Tro . O Cressida , how often have I wished me thus ? Cres . Wished , my lord ? —The gods grant ! -O my lord ! Tro . What should they grant ? what makes this pretty abruption ? What too curious dreg ...
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Page 8 - I, that am curtail'd of this fair proportion, Cheated of feature by dissembling Nature, Deform'd, unfinish'd, sent before my time Into this breathing world, scarce half made up, And that so lamely and unfashionable That dogs bark at me as I halt by them...
Page 201 - Like little wanton boys that swim on bladders, This many summers in a sea of glory ; But far beyond my depth : my high-blown pride At length broke under me ; and now has left me, Weary, and old with service, to the mercy Of a rude stream, that must for ever hide me. Vain pomp and glory of this world, I hate ye ; I feel my heart new open'd. O, how wretched Is that poor man, that hangs on princes...
Page 203 - O my lord ! Must I then leave you ? Must I needs forego So good, so noble, and so true a master ? Bear witness, all that have not hearts of iron, With what a sorrow Cromwell leaves his lord. — •' The king shall have my service ; but my prayers, For ever and for ever, shall be yours.
Page 201 - So farewell to the little good you bear me. Farewell, a long farewell, to all my greatness ! This is the state of man ; to-day he puts forth The tender leaves of hope, to-morrow blossoms, And bears his blushing honours thick upon him : The third day comes a frost, a killing frost ; And,— when he thinks, good easy man, full surely His greatness is a ripening, — nips his root, And then he falls, as I do.
Page 202 - Long in his highness' favor, and do justice For truth's sake, and his conscience ; that his bones, When he has run his course, and sleeps in blessings, May have a tomb of orphans' tears wept on 'em !
Page 32 - I have pass'da miserable night, So full of fearful dreams, of ugly sights, That, as I am a Christian faithful man, I would not spend another such a night, Though 'twere to buy a world of happy days, — So full of dismal terror was the time ! Brak.
Page 210 - O father abbot, An old man, broken with the storms of state, Is come to lay his weary bones among ye; Give him a little earth for charity...
Page 202 - Crom. How does your grace ? Wol. Why, well ; Never so truly happy, my good Cromwell. I know myself now ; and I feel within me A peace above all earthly dignities, A still and quiet conscience.
Page 234 - In her days, every man shall eat in safety Under his own vine, what he plants : and sing The merry songs of peace to all his neighbours : God shall be truly known ; and those about her, From her shall read the perfect ways of honour, And by those claim their greatness, not by blood.
Page 263 - Take but degree away, untune that string, And, hark, what discord follows ! each thing meets In mere oppugnancy : the bounded waters Should lift their bosoms higher than the shores, And make a sop of all this solid globe : Strength should be lord of imbecility, And the rude son should strike his father dead : Force should be right ; or rather, right and wrong, Between whose endless jar justice resides, Should lose their names, and so should justice too. Then every thing includes itself in power,...